Utopia

  It was all a dream. I use to crave Smooth Girl magazines. The adolescent days were the best ones. Boy has my worldview change thanks to them. Compared to most adolescents my world was not the prettiest or the brightest.  

  Often as the birds chirp I would dream of a different place and land. Indeed this place/or land was of milk and honey. I could never fully understand what this world was. We'll just call it a utopia. Please don't ask for the name of it.  

  In the mist of the beautiful landscape, advanced technology, and exotic popular culture I sit on the throne as ruler.

  Mornings are paradise at it's best form. Nights are wishes that are countless. The citizens love and cherish me because I keeps it 100 and put their needs and priorities first. Looking out the windows of my palace I see an abundance of freedom.   

  Isn't this what we all want? Freedom. That's right. Freedom to choose. Freedom to want. Freedom to need. Freedom to stand up. Freedom to be who you are. Freedom to be insecure. Freedom to be vulnerable. Freedom to show expression. Freedom to live.